bigabreads Chapter 163 Ice and Fire Foot Bath! The floor was so hot she had to tiptoe, and the sickly seventh b
Chapter 163 Ice and Fire Foot Bath! The floor was so hot she had to tiptoe, and the sickly seventh b
"call--"
As soon as the heavy cotton curtain was lifted, a wave of heat carrying moist air rushed towards us, like a ferocious beast just released from a steamer.
Caught off guard, Magistrate Fang's old face, which had turned blue from the cold wind outside, was instantly "covered" by the heat.
A thick layer of white fog immediately covered the lenses of my glasses, making it impossible to see anything. I felt as if every pore on my body had exploded in that instant, and the chill that had accumulated in the carriage vanished in an instant, as if it had been set ablaze.
"What...what kind of place is this?!"
Magistrate Fang wiped his glasses haphazardly as he walked inside. The moment he stepped in, it felt as if he were stepping on a red-hot iron plate.
"Hot! Hot! Hot!"
He hopped around a couple of times, like a frog thrown into a pot of boiling water.
Looking down, I saw that the floor of the room was paved with dark red stone bricks that I had never seen before. The surface of the stone bricks was as smooth as a mirror, with a faint, matte luster, and they looked... very expensive.
"Lord Fang, please stop jumping."
Qin An's voice, the seventh brother, drifted eerily from the depths of the white mist, carrying a chilling aura that suppressed some of the warmth in the room.
"This is a 'red volcanic rock' heat-conducting plate. There are thirty-six copper pipes underneath, carrying boiling water drawn from deep underground. The temperature... is constant at sixty degrees."
"Sixty...sixty degrees?!" Magistrate Fang was so shocked he almost collapsed to the ground. "This isn't heating you up! It's like turning you into a teppanyaki grill!"
"It's not just about keeping warm."
Qin An emerged from the mist. He had taken off his heavy coat and was wearing only a thin white stand-up collar shirt.
Because of the heat, he meticulously rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, revealing his pale, almost transparent forearm.
He carried the exquisite sandalwood medicine chest in his hand, his gaze passing over Magistrate Fang and fixed intently on Su Wan, who had just been carried in by Qin Lie:
"It's mainly to... improve Wan'er's blood circulation."
At this moment, Su Wan really needed to "revitalize her blood".
I ate the hotpot too quickly and was fed by those men in turns, so my lower abdomen is bloated and uncomfortable.
Furthermore, the sudden transition from the freezing cold outdoors to the sweltering heat indoors caused her small, palm-sized face to turn as red as a ripe shrimp.
"Big brother...it's hot..."
Su Wan squirmed in Qin Lie's arms.
She was still wearing her thick riding outfit, and fine beads of sweat had appeared on her forehead. Her once neatly styled sideburns were now wet with sweat and stuck to her cheeks, giving her a kind of messy beauty that was irresistible.
"Take it off if it's hot."
Qin Lie did not hesitate at all. He supported Su Wan's buttocks with one hand, and with the other hand, he roughly tore open the buttons on the collar of her riding outfit.
"Sizzle—"
The sound of fabric rubbing together.
The heavy coat was ripped off and tossed onto the scorching hot floor.
Inside, only a thin undergarment remained. The fabric was a special cloud-like yarn made by the Qin family, light and breathable, yet... translucent.
Under the steaming heat and bright lights of the room, the thin fabric clung tightly to Su Wan's body, outlining her graceful curves.
Sweat soaked through his back, and his shoulder blades were faintly visible, as if they were about to take flight at any moment.
"Put me down..." Su Wan was a little dizzy from the heat. As soon as her toes touched the ground, she was burned by the heat of the floor and pulled back.
"Hiss—it's hot!"
She gasped and instinctively tiptoed, like a swan dancing on a hot pan. Only her tender big toe barely supported her weight, while the rest of her toes curled up, afraid to touch the scalding ground.
"Wan'er, don't move."
Qin An's voice suddenly rang out at his feet.
Magistrate Fang rubbed his eyes, and when he saw what was happening, he almost popped his eyeballs out.
The usually gloomy and aloof Master Qin, who wouldn't even deign to touch the prefect's hand, was now... kneeling down.
He knelt there, straight and still, on the scorching red rock floor.
No mat was used.
It was as if the temperature, enough to cook an egg, didn't exist for him at all.
"Wan'er, the ground is dirty."
Qin An looked up. From this angle, his gaze was startlingly devout, like that of the most fervent believer gazing up at his god.
But the dark red glint in his eyes revealed that he didn't just want to worship, but rather... blaspheme.
Step on my leg.
He reached out his hands, but instead of touching Su Wan's feet directly, he patted the thin but absolutely clean fabric of his trousers on his thighs:
"It's clean here."
"An'an...no need..." Su Wan was a little embarrassed, after all, Magistrate Fang was still peeking and watching from the other side.
"Wan'er."
Qin An's voice deepened, carrying a hint of unyielding stubbornness:
"If you step on the ground... your soles will get dusty."
"I can't help but... want to scrub off this layer of skin and wash Wan'er clean."
"Do you want to step on me... or do you want me to... skin me alive?"
This isn't an inquiry! This is a blatant threat!
Su Wan jumped in fright, and Qin Lie behind her gave her a timely push, placing his large hand on her lower back and saying in a deep voice:
"Listen to Seventh Brother. If Jiaojiao's foot gets burned, Big Brother will be heartbroken."
There are wolves in front and tigers behind.
Su Wan could only carefully lift one foot and tentatively step on Qin An's thigh.
Qin An's thigh muscles tensed instantly.
The sensation, though through the fabric, felt like an electric current striking the top of his head.
"The other one," Qin An commanded.
Su Wan had no choice but to put her other foot on it as well.
Now, she was suspended in mid-air and had to hold onto Qin An's shoulders to maintain her balance. Qin An, on the other hand, knelt steadily on the ground, using his thighs as the most luxurious and warm "footrest" for Su Wan.
"Wan'er's feet... are so hot."
Qin An did not rush to make a move.
He stared at the bare feet resting on his dark trousers as if admiring a work of art.
Qin An extended a slender finger and lightly scraped the foot.
"An'an!"
Su Wan was so embarrassed that she almost fell off his lap.
"It smells good."
Qin An's eyes glazed over for a moment, then cleared, and he opened the medicine box beside him.
A rich and refreshing minty aroma instantly filled the air, easing the heat in the room.
He took a glass bottle out of the box and poured some emerald green medicinal oil into his palm.
That was his specially made "cooling and heat-reducing oil," with snow lotus and peppermint essential oil from extremely cold regions as the main ingredients.
"Smack."
Rub your palms together quickly.
Qin An suddenly tightened his grip and pinched the soft flesh.
"Ah!" Su Wan cried out in pain, collapsing into Qin Lie's arms (Qin Lie had been supporting her from behind).
"Wan'er is naughty."
Qin An raised his head, his eyes bloodshot with jealousy:
"These legs... besides walking, do they do anything else?"
"An'an...don't say anymore...Lord Fang is still here..." she pleaded, her voice trembling with tears.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the fog, Magistrate Fang had his back to them, tightly covering his ears and muttering to himself:
"Do not look at what is improper, do not listen to what is improper, do not speak what is improper..."
"I am blind...I am deaf..."
But the sound of water, the panting, and the slapping of flesh were like demonic sounds, drilling straight into his brain.
"Master Fang?"
Qin An sneered, completely disregarding the quail-like county magistrate.
Qin Lie, who had been standing behind acting as a "backrest," finally moved.
He did not stop Qin An.
Instead, he reached out and covered Su Wan's eyes with his large hand.
"Don't look."
Qin Lie's voice was deep, carrying a reassuring yet despair-inducing sense of control:
"Seventh Brother's skill... is a family heirloom."
"Just bear with it and it will pass."
"Once the medicated oil seeps in... Jiaojiao won't feel uncomfortable anymore."
As he spoke, he pressed down on Su Wanluan's waist with his other hand, holding her firmly in place so that Qin An could continue this "torture-like" massage.
"Big brother...you're bullying me too..." Su Wan sobbed in the darkness.
"Big brother is just showing you affection."
Qin Lie lowered his head, his kiss landing on the top of her head, but his gaze remained coldly fixed on Qin An kneeling on the ground, a silent warning to him:
Play is fine, but don't cross the line.
Qin An received his elder brother's gaze.
He gave a soft hum and refocused his attention on Su Wan's feet.
"From now on... don't let dirty things touch you."
"Regardless of the dust on the ground..."
"Or... another man's hand."
After saying that, he reluctantly let go of her hand and stood up.
Because he had been kneeling for too long, and the floor heating was too hot, his knees were red. But he didn't care at all, he just slowly straightened his slightly wrinkled shirt, and resumed his aloof and unapproachable demeanor.
Apart from……
His hands, still warm from the medicine and his body heat, were clenched into fists behind his back.
"Alright, digestion is over."
Qin Lie picked up Su Wan, who was limp as a rag doll, and wrapped her up tightly in the fox fur coat again.
"Return to the residence."
……
Only after the Qin family's entourage left in a grand procession did Magistrate Fang dare to turn around from the corner.
He was completely soaked.
It wasn't heated by the underfloor heating.
He was scared.
"This is hardly digestion aid..."
Magistrate Fang looked at the spot where Qin An had just knelt, where a tiny trace of something remained.
I don't know if it was sweat or medicated oil.
"This is clearly... they're rubbing people to death!"
Magistrate Fang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and was about to leave when he suddenly felt a piercing heat on the soles of his feet.
"Ouch!"
He then realized that he had been so engrossed in watching the play that he had forgotten the floor was kept at a constant temperature of 60 degrees Celsius!
The soles of his official boots were too thin; they were already scorched by now!
"Hot! Hot! Hot! It's cooked! My pig's trotters are cooked!"
Magistrate Fang hopped and ran outside like a monkey.
He ran while shouting in grief and indignation:
"The Qin family has ruined me! The Qin family has ruined me!"
"This underfloor heating...it's not meant for human use!"
"This is for those tough, thick-skinned freaks like the Qin family!"
Meanwhile, on the carriage back to Genting Apartments.
Su Wan curled up in Qin Lie's arms, her legs still feeling that tingling sensation of ice and fire.
"Big brother... An'an..."
"Seventh Brother has a fire burning inside him."
Qin Lie patted her back casually with his large hand, his voice sounding particularly deep in the night:
"His temper... only Jiaojiao could put it out."
"but……"
Qin Lie suddenly lowered his head and gently bit Su Wan's ear:
"Putting out the fire is one thing, but putting out the fire is another."
"Tonight when we get back... Jiaojiao needs to wash these feet clean."
Upon hearing this, Su Wan's face instantly turned bright red again.
She buried her head in the fox fur coat and pretended to be dead.